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oft hat, a striped flannel shirt open at the neck, a broad leathern belt, and muddy trousers tucked into muddy wading-boots. His appearance was picturesque enough without help from his dress. He had a mighty length of arm and breadth of shoulders; a handsome, but thin and almost delicately fair, face, with blue eyes, and a surprisingly well-kept beard. The colour of this beard and of his hair--which he wore pretty long--was a light auburn. Just now the folds of his raiment were full of moist sawdust; and as he came he brought the scent of the pine-woods with him. "'How's the Bishop?' asked this giant, jerking his head towards the little balcony of No. 67. "Before I could hit on a discreet answer, he followed the question up with another: "'What'll you take?' "I saw that he had something to say, and allowed him to lead the way to a saloon a little way down the road. 'Simpson's Pioneers' Symposium' was the legend above the door. A small, pimply-faced man in seedy black--whom I guessed at once, and correctly, to be 'Huz-and-Buz'--lounged by the bar inside; and across the counter the bar-keeper had his banjo slung, and was gently strumming the accompaniment of 'Hey, Juliana!' "'Put that down,' commanded my new acquaintance; and then, turning to Huz-and-Buz, 'Git!' "The architect raised the brim of his hat to me, bowed servilely, and left. "'Short or long?' "I said I would take a short drink. "'A brandy sour?' "'A 'brandy sour' will suit me.' "He kept his eye for a moment on the bar-tender, who began to bustle around with the bottles and glasses; then turned upon me. "'Now, then.' "'About the Bishop, as you call him?' "He nodded. "'Well, you're not to tell him so; but he's going to die.' "'Quick?' "'I think so.' "He nodded. 'I knew that,' he said, and was silent for a minute; then resumed, 'No; he won't be told. We take an interest in that young man.' "'Meaning by 'we'?' "'The citizens of Eucalyptus as a body. My name's William Anderson: Captain Bill they call me. I was one of the first settlers in Eucalyptus. I've seen it high, and I've seen it low. And I'm going to be the last man to quit; that's the captain's place. And when I say this or that is public opinion in Eucalyptus, it's got to be. I drink to your health, Doctor.' "'Thank you,' said I. 'Then I may count on your silence? The poor chap is so powerfully set on crossing the Rockies and getting to
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